TWENTY FIVE

Daniel Ricciardo had wished that his parents had given him a younger sibling.

Though, it turned out that he didn't need to worry, his wish came true the second that Larissa Cohen entered Formula One.

Upon meeting her and spending time with her, she became the little sister that he so desperately wanted.

It added to the fact that she was the daughter of Luiz Cohen, one of his idols and the reason why he had wanted to race. He had wanted to race against the Cohen man, with his best friend, Jules Bianchi.

The hurt had never gone away after the death of Jules, since he died months after he crashed on the track during the race.

He did know, however, that Jules was watching over him and the reason that he had met Larissa.

It had to be.

He had wanted to race against a Cohen with his best friend, and whilst he lost both Luiz and Jules, he was still getting to live his dream.

Racing against a Cohen, and with his best friend, who was also a Cohen.

The Cohen.

And he could confidently say that he loved his new little sister and best friend with all his heart.

"I bring Pizza and beer, Danny boy!"

Larissa Cohen sauntered in to his hotel room, since he had given her a spare key card, with boxes of pizza and a crate full of his favorite beer.

He would usually invite multiple drivers to his hotel room for a takeaway and beer night, but he opted for a night with just his little sister instead.

"Lara, did you get my pizza?" Daniel rose an eyebrow at the girl as she sat beside him.

"Oh, of course I did. I also got you extra garlic bread, extra cheese and chicken wings." Larissa giggled as the Ricciardo man wrapped his arms around her to pull her against his chest.

"What would I do without my girl?" Daniel smiled teasingly, before kissing her cheek and allowing her to curl in to his side.

"Be lonely." Larissa coughed out, turning her head to look around the room in confusion. "Who said that?"

"Hmmm, I have no idea." Daniel laughed loudly, tickling her at her sides, hearing her squeal.

The pair soon started eating their food, occasionally taking swigs from their beer bottles, with barely any sound passing between the two.

It was a comfortable silence for the both of them, since they were both incredibly comfortable around each other.

"Did you ever meet Jules?"

Larissa stopped eating, lifting her gaze to meet the honey brown eyes of the Australian.

"I did." Larissa nodded, seeing the look of surprise form on to the face of the man beside her.

"You did?"

"Yeah." She smiled sadly at him, placing her pizza slice back in to the box, since she could tell that her friend was in a reminiscing mood, and thinking about his best friend.

"I had accidentally walked in to the Marussia garage, instead of the Mercedes one, because I wasn't concentrating on the sign, all I saw was the 'M'." She smiled sadly, seeing Daniel do the same.

"When was this?"

"The 2014 Japanese Grand Prix." She admitted sheepishly.

Daniel's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "That was-"

"The race he crashed, yeah I know." Larissa nodded her head, staring at the ground.

"He knew that I was lost as soon as I entered the garage." Larissa closed her eyes, remembering the day like it was yesterday.

"Lost, are we?" A brunette man with a French accent sounded to her left, making the fifteen year old Larissa Cohen jump in surprise.

"Uh-" She looked around, realising that this was not the Mercedes garage. "-Why am I in Marussia?"

"Where were you supposed to be?" The man smiled softly at her, seeing her face fill with worry.

"Mercedes, I'm meant to be visiting my brother for the race. I- well- he's not my brother by blood, but he acts like he is, and I wish that he was, but it's complicated." Larissa spoke quickly, seeing the man's face twist in to a bright smile.

"Okay, that's good." He gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Well, I'm Jules, what's your name?"

"Larissa Cohen."

"Wha- you're Larissa Cohen?" Jules stared at her in shock. "Luiz's daughter?"

"Uh, yeah? I thought that was obvious by the last name?" She frowned in confusion at his reaction.

"I- your dad was my idol!" Jules' face lit up. "Oh my god, where's Daniel, he has to meet you too! Daniel is my best friend, we both wanted to get in to Formula One to race against your dad."

Larissa nodded her head. "Right, well I can dig up his corpse and place him in a racing car if you still want to fulfill that dream."

She smiled as she heard the French man burst in to laughter, finding it calming to her ears.

"Do you race?" Jules asked in intrigue.

"Yeah, I'm in Formula 3 right now, but I'm leading the Championship so I'll be in Formula Two next year." Larissa informed him, seeing a fond look form om his face.

"Well, I can't wait to be the first person to welcome you in to Formula One. If you have a choice between Daniel and me for a teammate, please choose me." Jules laughed.

"Well in that case, I look forward to racing with you as my teammate, Jules. I've got to find Lewis, but good luck in Japan."

The pair waved goodbye to each other, with the French man stopping in his tracks as soon as she vanished from the garage.

"Holy shi- She was on about Lewis Hamilton."

"He wanted you as his teammate?" Daniel Ricciardo smiled sadly as she finished telling him all about the time that she had met Jules, in his last race before his crash.

"I mean, who wouldn't." Larissa winked at the Australian, seeing his face light up in to a bright smile. "But yeah, he did."

"You were at Mercedes during the race, why?"

"I crashed and wasn't fit to drive in F3, so I decided to annoy Lewis. I ended up annoying Rosberg the whole time." Larissa smiled fondly at the memory of how she annoyed her brothers teammate by hanging a sign saying 'Lewis is the best' outside the Rosberg man's trailer.

It wasn't bad, but when the sign was so big that it wrapped around the trailer three full times, she could see why the man got so annoyed that he cut through the sign with scissors.

She still had to thank Mick and Gina for their help with putting the sign up in first place.

"So you saw-"

"The whole crash, yeah I did. I don't remember much after, I didn't even watch him getting removed from the vehicle." Larissa gulped.

"Why not?" Daniel frowned at her, concern flooding off him.

"I'm pretty sure that I fainted. I remember the crash, and then I woke up to Nico and Lewis shaking me." She admitted with the sigh.

Her hand subconsciously moved to her side near her ribs, with her fingers seemingly tracing over an area, which gained the Australian's attention.

"Are your ribs still hurting?" Daniel asked, as he grabbed his phone, getting ready to phone for a doctor.

"Huh?"

"Your ribs."

Larissa shook her head, lifting her shirt slightly to reveal something that he had never spotted before.

A tattoo.

"Is that what I think it is?" Daniel stared at her softly, his hand moving to cup her cheek.

"I met him once, but I still got his driver number tattooed next to my dad's and Uncle Michael's." Larissa stared down at the three driver numbers that were on her ribs.

17 for Jules, 7 for Michael, 70 for her father.

"Seventy is for your dad, right?"

"Yeah, and it's my driver number too." Larissa smiled sadly at the Australian.

Daniel noticed her eyes becoming glassy, and held his arms out for her.

"Now come and give your favorite driver a hug."

Larissa didn't need to be told twice, before she barrelled in to his chest and allowed him to hug her until they both fell asleep.

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"Austrian Grand Prix, here we come."

Pierre Gasly spoke as his arm was wrapped around his teammates shoulders as they entered the paddock at the Red Bull ring.

"Mon Cherie, we are going to be amazing in this Grand Prix." Pierre spoke confidently.

"I'll do my best, docinho, but I know that you'll do great." Larissa smiled up at her teammate, seeing his eyes sparkling under the sun.

"Alright, I bet that you will finish higher up the grid than me." Pierre smirked, his hand outstretched towards her. "If I'm right, I buy you dinner."

Larissa frowned. "Wait, that's a double lose for you!"

"I don't think so." Pierre winked at her.

"Okay, I bet that you'll finish in the top ten and that I will have mechanical problems." She smirked as she stretched her hand out. "If I win, you have to buy me dinner every race week until the end of the season."

"Deal."

The pair shook hands, both of them having smirks stitched on to their skin.

This was going to be a very important race.

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"For fuck sake."

Larissa Cohen had qualified in 19th, since there seemed to be something wrong mechanically with car.

Part of her hoped that it wouldn't be fixed just that she could beat Pierre with the bet.

Pierre had qualified in 12th, which hopefully meant that he would be overtake two cars and get in to the top ten.

On the plus side, her uncle Fernando was starting from the pit lane so he was behind her, which she enjoyed.

As soon as the race started, Ericsson was overtaken by the Brazilian, and she became side by side with the Sauber of Charles Leclerc.

The pair drove together, overtaking Sergey Sitrokin of Williams, Sergio Perez of Force India and Stoffel Vandoorne of Mclaren, together.

It seemed like Charles wanted to stay beside her and race beside her, but he didnt have to chance to.

"Merda!"

Larissa screamed as her two front tyres detached themselves from the vehicle, narrowly avoiding hitting Lance Stroll of Williams who was in front of her.

Her tyreless car on the track caused sparks to appear, as she tried to force her car out of the way of the other drivers.

"Kid, are you okay? Is your car out of the way of other cars?"

Her radio engineer, Matthew spoke to her through her radio.

"What do you fucking think, you asshole!"

Larissa yelled as her car was definitely not safely out of the way.

A safety car was supposed to be deployed, and Marshals were apparently on the way to get her out, but she didn't exactly want to be a sitting duck.

She climbed out of the car, and ran as fast as she could, running over the track to get to the barrier on the other side, climbing the fence so that she could not be hit by other cars.

Just as the Red Bull of Daniel Ricciardo and two Mercedes lapped her car. Well, were supposed to lap her car.

Valterri Bottas couldn't avoid her car that was still sitting in the middle of the track, with no marshals around, since the yellow flag was delayed to be deployed.

The debris of his Mercedes hitting her car then put both his teammate and the Ricciardo man out of the race, and he could only hope that the Brazilian was out of the vehicle.

Since her car was in literal pieces.

"Was she in the car?"

Valterri asked his radio engineer.

"Please tell me that she wasn't in the car."

"She was not in the vehicle. She exited the vehicle and is now on her way back to the paddock."

"Oh thank god."

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Pierre Gasly finished in tenth place.

As he walked back to the garage, he noticed Franz yelling at his teammate, presumably for exiting her vehicle and running over the track instead of waiting for marshals.

But if she hadn't exited the vehicle, she most likely would have died.

"Mon Cherie!"

Pierre yelled, watching his team mate flip off their team principal before making her way over to him.

He noticed her cocky smirk, her wiggling eyebrows, and her smug facial features staring at him.

"Docinho, you owe me food every race until the end of the season." Larissa smirked as she hugged her teammate in congratulations, feeling his arms tighten around her waist.

"Are you not sad that you didn't finish?" Pierre frowned.

"Not really, you got in the points and I won the bet." Larissa laughed as Pierre shook his head with a smile as he kissed her cheeks.

"Well, I'm buying you dinner tonight anyway, so dress your best." Pierre winked at her before walking away.

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Larissa Cohen was golden.

Literally.

She was dressed in a glittery golden dress that hugged her figure, with an area around the side of her ribs showing her bare skin. Her dress had a slit up her thigh, and it showed off her chest area perfectly.

She paired it with golden heels, a golden clutch, and a golden bracelet. Her makeup was simple, just base makeup with a clear gloss and mascara, with the smallest bit of eyeshadow in the crease of her eyelid just to add definition.

A knock on her door sounded, signalling that it was time to go, and as she opened her door, she froze at the sight before her.

It was definitely not Pierre Gasly.

"Coração?"

Charles Leclerc's mouth opened and shut multiple times as she stared at him.

He held a bouquet of flowers in his hand, a large Teddy bear tucked underneath his arm. In his other hand, were a box of chocolates, and a bottle of champagne as well as the ribbon belonging to a bunch of balloons.

"Ma princesse, I didn't know what to get you, so I got you all of them." Charles smiled softly at her as she seemed to be frozen.

He was wearing a navy blue suit, with a white shirt and a golden tie.

Did he know that she was going to be wearing gold?

"I, uh-" Larissa stuttered out.

She was supposed to be having dinner with Pierre, right?

"Shall we get going to the restaurant?" Charles blushed at her gaze, seeing her slowly nod her head.

Pierre had set her up.

With Charles.

His best friend.

That bitch.

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A/N

Enjoy!

She's a rookie, she's not going to be getting podiums all the time. And her car isn't always going to work.

We're also at 40K reads which is just incredible, thankyou!

REST IN PEACE JULES, WE ALL STILL MISS YOU

-RUBY